Tainted Lies [Mentor/Darko]

[Hexell]

[No way out] Tainted Lies

545 WORDS Darko Lipowitz TAGGED It's set right after my thread with Myst. So it's more of a continuation of what happened to Hexell after that. NOTES

He continued traversing the fields, breathing heavily with a delay for each and every step he makes. His laughter subsided and his twitching stopped, he's stable once more. He finally gave in, the corruption seeping into his body, making him an evil, twisted individual. After hours of walking, he slumped on the floor, exhausted from the change that took place. "Infect" His old, kind, and selfless self is already gone, replaced by his new, twisted, and mischievous personality. "Corrupt" His breathing intensifies, keeping his eyes peeled open, listening to the whispers in his ears. "Kill" If one would see him by now, they would see a man talking to himself, a madman laying down in the grass. He laughed in agreement with the voices, "Yes. That'd be brilliant."     "To think that you would accept it. I'm quite impressed." Said the faint whispers on his ears. "I know right. Now what?" He said with a frail, tired voice as he lay down on the soil. Conversing with the voices in his head, agreeing with them, truly, he has gone crazy. "Oh, I have many things planned. But first, we should start by getting stronger." The voice whispered. "Yes. Yes. Good suggestion. You haven't told me who you are yet. You should at least introduce me your name." He said in a friendly kind of tone, a weak and frail kind. "I've told you many different times already, I am you and you are me. We're basically one, call me whatever you wish." "What if I call you Llexeh, would that be fine?" "I'm perfectly fine with that."     The sun is setting down, surely, it's been a long day for him. A day filled with many firsts on this world, his first combat, his first friend, his first betrayal. He looked at the interface and stared at his friends list, Conchobar Aegis, they would surely meet again someday, but not anytime soon, he'll need to get stronger first, then, they'd meet again. By that time, surely, his sword would fall on the ground together with his body. The raging feeling of anger intensifies as he stared at the name, the man who befriended him, and betrayed him on the same day. No time for any of these right now. He got up slowly and continued walking, continuing the path to nowhere.     "We should avoid people for now. Once you've learned how to control and hide your new powers, then that would be the best time to go. But first adjust you privacy settings, switch off your class display." He scratched his head and pouted his lips, he opened his interface and checked his profile. "Wait, how'd you know about the privacy settings?" He opened up the privacy settings and turned off his Race display, making it hidden for other players who's accessing his player interface. "You've read about it in the library, duh. Y'know, those papers showing info about the game?" He nodded his head in agreement to the voice "Huh, you're right Llexeh. Didn't knew you'd know that." The voice in his head sighed. "Again for the last time. We're the same person. Whatever you know, I know. Don't forget that alright?" He snickered weakly, closing the interface as he talked. "Heh. You said it Llexeh."

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[Darko Lipowitz]

It was a cool afternoon when Darko decided to hone his skills in the Windsor Greatwood. This should be the best place to train some unorthodox tactics that he was thinking while he was studying the different battle styles that the mobs in this land could do. That way he could learn on how to counter every style that they could throw at him, as well as perceive the style that an enemy could do regardless of their differences, so that he could counter anything thrown at him, even without using his Evaluate skill beforehand. That way he could prove that he was the most effective person in the battlefield without relying much on his teammates, and could dispose of them once they have proven to him that they were mere idiots who never learn to acknowledge what he had done for the victory of the party.

When he arrived at the middle of the Windsor Greatwood, he saw a Pittered Boar taking its meal. He then used his Evaluate skill to know its level and skills, whereupon an number of Green Slimes moving towards him. But this time the sequence of events were all planned, as Darko had noticed those slimes from the start, and planned to include them on his perception training. He then found himself surrounded by nine slimes and a boar, but Darko evidently knew what he was doing, and he knew that numbers would definitely not matter this time. He held his sword on his left hand, and his starter wand on his right hand, and he did a stance that would lower his center of gravity to help him become stable on his footing. The slimes then started to become wary of the black-haired sorcerer given the pressure of his stance, and then started to attack him with tackles. Having noticed the agitation in their movement, Darko was able to determine which slimes would attack him, although he was not that prepared for the speed of their assault. He was able to dodge the two slimes that would tackle him, rendering their attacks ineffective, but a simultaneous attack of two slimes from his left and front caught him off-guard. For him to survive this he thought that he should take one attack head-on while dodging the other. He then decided to evade the attack from the left by bending his body forward, while moving his sword on a frontal upward arc to meet the attacker on his front. The obsidian sword easily ripped through the slime without effort, and with the cumulative advantages of his current level and the sword that he was using, as well as scoring a critical hit, the slime instantly turned into shards of anima. He continued on dodging the attacks that would target him, and then using his weapons to hit those which he could not evade, until he was left with a slime and a boar. That time he then took the offensive. When the boar charged at him in retaliation, he then swung his staff towards the nose of the boar. A slight feedback was then felt by his hand as he swung the staff, and it was somewhat painful. But what mattered is that the boar's charge was temporarily stopped by the move, leaving h=its flank open for the slash that was coming from Darko's sword. But out of the corner of his eye he saw the slime aiming a tackle on his face from the left. He then forcefully manipulated his wrist to target the slime that was moving towards him. The slash connected to the poor slime, and its HP was decreased a lot. He then pivoted around using the momentum that his right hand gained from the collision with the boar, and let his wand hit the slime to deplete its HP completely, and then with some more degrees of the spin, he then executed a quick slash on the boar before spinning around on the opposite direction to let his sword conect again at the face of the boar, depleting its HP and making it explode into anima. Darko then sighed at the outcome of the events. It had looked like his training was successful.

Turnout: 703
Ambient: None
Quote: A Little Bit of a Training; HP 98%, MP 100%
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hexell

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[Hexell]

[No way out] Tainted Lies

604 WORDS Darko Lipowitz TAGGED Post is up, enjoy <3 NOTES

"Not your Race setting! Turn your Class setting into private!" He laughed as he scratched his head, opening the interface once again. "My bad." He switched the Race display back on and switched the Class display to off, making it hidden from players who's trying to access his player interface. He looked at the horizon and thought of how much farther would it take to get out of the fields. He wasn't even sure how much longer would his walking take. "Just keep walking. Once we reach the Miasma Realms, I'm sure you'll be able to hone your skills as a Heretic." He continued walking down the grassy fields, hoping to stumble upon something of interest as he made his way to his destination.     He stopped walking as he saw a figure by the distance, battling monsters with great skill. "Quick! Hide behind that boulder." The voice suggested. He scurried behind the large boulder to hide, peering as he watched the fight. Whoever this person may be, he's one experienced fighter. "See that person? That's one step closer on getting stronger." He scratched his head as he continued watching the fight with his eyes peeled wide open. "What? How?" He whispered softly, listening carefully to the voice. "He can train you. He seems pretty strong enough. He's probably a lot more experienced as well. Go approach him." He's having doubts as to whether or not should he try approaching the man who's probably dozens of levels above him, but still, he did. "Look like you're good. Lie about your true nature for now. I'm sure he wont mind training you"     Since his experience with Aegis' betrayal, he lost his trust towards anyone other than himself. Also, he should be the one to be distrusted. He'd lie to get people by his side on his early stages, but then, he'll just dispatch of them all by the end. He wanted to get stronger anyway, he might as well use this person for that very goal. He won't bother if this person may either decide to kill him either, knowing the fact that he can respawn at all times removes the fear of death to him. To grow stronger, that's one of the first few things he's aiming at for now. Power is everything, without power, you wont be capable of surviving this world. Having the stronger power would surely be a big advantage. Loosing and being weak, what's the difference anyway. It's settled, he's all up for it. He's got nothing to loose anything anyway.     He got out from behind the boulder and started to approach the man. "Hey! Hey! That was awesome!" He shouted, jumping and waving his hands to catch the man's attention. He looked at the man's interface by hovering his finger towards him, A Level 37 Human Sorcerer. How in the world would he face someone that powerful in case it's probably a hostile player. "Yeah that's it, act natural, act friendly and nice for now." He waved his hand in front of his face to close the interface and continued to approach him. "Awesome! I was wondering if you can maybe train a newbie like me. You see, I'm still at level one and would like to get stronger like you." All those slimes and that boar, he just fought them like they were nothing, unlike Hexell here who even struggled to fight a single boar even with a teammate. Surely, he would like to get stronger than that, surpass it by a hundred times, although, having that kind of power would suffice for now. For the start at least.

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[Darko Lipowitz]

Darko had noticed the person behind him even though he had not spoken yet, and listened to his every word, but he just stood there as if he had not heard anything, for a second. He remained on where he stood on, his back at the front of the person. It was his habit to check out every adventurer or lander he had seen, but it seemed that it would not matter right now. Judging by the aura that he sensed on his back, he thought that the person held a dark air around him. At the very best, he was just like Darko himself. At the very worst... he would just leave it for a while. That person wanted to be trained on anything and everything that he knew, but as Darko would like to think, his skills could be picked up by just about everyone. Also, Darko knew that if he would teach someone, he would be a terrible mentor. Since, as he believed, his skills could be learned by any person, he would expect them to learn the first time that he had taught them. Maybe he should teach this person the true basics, and since he knew that that person might need the same essence of fighting style as him, who preferred going on solo, he would only teach the minimal parts. Not because he feared that this person might surpass him, but because this person needed to develop a different style which would suit his person, much more than to be forced to conform to his style. After all, the essence of his style was to be independent of anyone around him, and to adapt to everything new to his senses.

He then used the Quick Swap skill to change his weapons to a grimoire and a pack of cards, and, flicking one card in between his index and middle fingers, threw it behind him, to be exact, towards the person behind him. Whether he could dodge it, or hit by it, he would say, "This should be your first lesson." He then would swivel himself with the heels of his boots, instantly turning towards that person. He then scrutinized everything on his figure. He could see some scars on the body of the person, and the scars could tell completely about the class of the person before him, even if he could not see the class of the player using his interface. He did not need the Evaluate skill of the Scholar subclass to tell that the person at the front of him was a Heretic. Whether the person would bring mayhem towards adventurers or landers alike or not, he could really tell that the essence of the style that he currently possessed would suit this person well. But he would not tolerate idiots, much less try to educate them. Darko then said, his voice reminiscent of a boy but with the tone of a stern archmage, "If you do not understand either of the two essences of the first lesson, and infuriated with what I did to you, then you have already failed."

Turnout: 520
Ambient: None
Quote: The Mystery of the First Lesson; HP 98%, MP 100%
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hexell

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[Hexell]

[No way out] Tainted Lies

510 WORDS Darko Lipowitz TAGGED Post is up, enjoy <3 NOTES

He laughed on his attempt at dodging the cards. What were those anyway? Whatever those were, they were probably dangerous, you'd never know what an ordinary looking object can do nowadays. The card just barely missed him, making a small cut on his cheek as he spun around to dodge it. Looking back, he saw that the card has cut down several bushes on its way. He gave a grim smile at the man as he turned around to face him. An attack? No. His first lesson as the man had said. He sat down in a squatting position and pointed his finger at the man. Darko Lipowitz, Level 37 Human Sorcerer. How interesting. He stood up and wiped the small drop of blood on his cheeks. He crunched his knuckles. "Don't you attack this person. Can't you see? He can easily one shot Level 1 people like you." The voice in his head suggested. It would truly be unwise to attack someone with such a high level. "Fiiiiiiine...." He groaned as he walked towards Darko.     "Two essences? Like what, dodge and defend? or was it peanut butter and jelly?" He said with a laugh accompanying it at the end. Seriously though, he has no idea what he's talking about. What can you possibly learn from a card thrown at you? Poker maybe? Wait, does that mean that he has already failed? It's been just a few seconds and he had failed the first lesson already? That's just stupid. This guy, this guy's something. "That was a nice first lesson and all. But can we proceed now? Or did I fail already? He he. Oh well. I can always train on my own. I don't need anyone's help." He shrugged as he turned around, placing both his hands on the back of his head as he walked away. "What are you doing? Can't you see? He can easily train you to get stronger." He yawned looking back at the Darko. On second thought, that man is one way to easily get more powerful, training alone would be much less efficient than being trained by others.     He turned back around, a few feet away from Darko. "Y'know what. Can you actually train me now? I don't really think you're not that nice to noobs. Just so you know, I'm not like the others, I know you know that. I can be something worse than you expected." He said with a deep, dark tone to his voice. By observation alone, it's safe to assume that this man is cold towards others, something he wont mind, considering how he can be worse than this man. "But on other notes. Can we really start now? I'm kinda clueless as to what you're trying to train me right now really." The dark tone to his voice was quickly replaced by his normal, mischievous tone of speaking. "That and 'cause I'm pretty hungry already. Haven't ate the whole afternoon, so let's get this over with quickly shall we?" He said with a grin at his face.

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[Darko Lipowitz]

When Darko heard the answers of the person before him, he wondered what went wrong with himself or why did he found himself in a situation where he should teach a person all the way from the start. He was visibly irritated with the answer, but when he thought that his words might be too cryptic, he just sighed, and then stared at the person again, when he saw on the background something that slowly moved towards them. But pretending he had never seen that plant to give a demonstration to this person before him about what he meant by the first lesson that he wanted to impart to this heretic, he then said, back in his stern tone, "There are two types of living things: the hunter and the hunted; the sadist and the masochist; the diner and his meal. In general: the predator and the prey." The thing that somewhat bothered Darko had reached the bush after along time, and the full view of the creature was evident to Darko. It had no feet, nor hands, nor a face; it just had roots used to transport itself to different places, leaved branches with which to snag its targets, and a flower to devour its target for nutriment. In short, a Nepent Snatcher was going towards their direction. The flower part had a card attached to it, which meant that the Nepent was aggroed by Darko, but since Darko knew that it was predatory, it might attack the heretic before him more readily than the one who aggroed it. He then opened his grimoire, and then concentrated his mana on the pages of the grimoire while he was still facing the heretic. He then continued, while an arrow of mana was forming at the top of the opened grimoire, "It would seem that there were large differences between the two, but in truth it is a single difference that separate them from each other. This is the first lesson, and the most important one of all in order to survive this world." When the mana arrow is finally completed, with a short incantation of the spell's name, it flew towards the direction of the heretic, but it would pass by the left ear of the heretic without harm, and would hurtle towards the Nepent and collide with it as it reduced the remaining life of the Nepent Snatcher to zero and turning it into anima dust.

He then continued talking, but now in his normal sarcastic tone not normal to him: "It is funny how a well-known precept taught to children in some areas would make the difference between a predator and a prey. Maybe some people should reconsider taking classes amidst those children so that they would know what it means to be the one in control of everything." He indeed knew that precept, since he needed to take additional co-curricular activities while he was studying, and so he knew that precept, but he never knew that it could be cited in more sinister ways than the application of that precept by little boys. Well, since Darko have taught what might be the first lesson, he then continued, again in his stern tone of voice, "Do you have what it means to be a predator?"

Turnout: 547
Ambient: None
Quote: The Mystery of the First Lesson Explained; HP 98%, MP 97%
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hexell

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